Jade Kangaroo Point Whore ❤️❤️

About Perth

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

13/19 Ellis Street, KANGAROO POINT

Yeah, it's true, the Brisbane River winds on. It’s like a pulse under the city, man. I often wander near the Story Bridge. That beast of a structure lights up the sky at night. So majestic, real like a scene from "Inside Llewyn Davis", you know? "Keep on keepin' on."

Kangaroo Point Bridge enters home stretch